To whom do I challenge my desire, to whom do I challenge
to whom do I update my long days
I challenge the trees, I challenge the lands, these lands
I challenge the high branches of the birch tree
The land does not tell me how to move, how to move
the branches of the birch I don't tell you at all
I put my grief to the junipers
to the branches of the wound my desire
I challenge the trees, I challenge the lands, these lands
I challenge the tall branches of the birch
The thousand air whistled, whistled
my thoughts rode the waves
I sing slender in my worries, in my worries
in my longing I rejoice, rejoice
Birds accompany my words, my words
the tops of the trees connect my sentences
I carry my sorrows to the junipers
wound to the branches my desire